Swaying Bodies

by Morgan

Shattered my scars,
cursed my arms their caress full of open wounds,
splattered my tears,
you drenched my bruises in your suffering,
Arisen from the sickness,
gently swaying with our bodies we fall down,
choking, the gag is slipping,
let me touch angels, they hear my prayer,
Is it too late to fix these salted crimes of desperation?

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